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THE HANGING OF THE CRANE 




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CENTENNIAL 

EDITION 



F£H(UAIW-TWENTY-SEVENTH 
MDCCCVn • ^ • MDCCCCVII 




COPYRIGHT 1874 BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW 

COPYRIGHT I 902 BY ERNEST W. LONGFELLOW 

COPYRIGHT 1907 BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. 

ALL RIGHT? RESERVED 





Illustrations by '-^ 
Arthur LKeller 

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Designs by * — - — > 
Florence W Swan 




PUBLISHERS' NOTE 



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THE centennial of the birth of Henry 
Wadsworth Longfellow has been 
deemed a proper occasion for present- 
ing a new illustrated edition of '^ The 
Hanging of the Craned An interesting account 
of the origin of this poem is given by Mr. T, B. 
Aldrich, He says : " One morning in the spring 
ofi?i6j, Mr. Longfellow came to the little home 
in Pinckney Street [Boston^, where we had set 
up housekeeping in the light of our honeymoon. 
As we lingered a moment at the dining-room door, 
Mr. Longfellow turning to me said, * Ah, Mr. 
Aldrich,your small, round table will not always 
be closed. By and by you will find new young 
faces clustering about it ; as years go on, leaf 
after leaf will be added, until the time comes when 
the young guests will take flight, one by one, to 



build nests of their own elsewhere. Gradually the 
long table will shrink to a circle again, leaving 
two old people sitting there alone together. This 
is the story of life, the sweet and pathetic story of 
the f reside. Make an idyl of it, I give the idea 
to you,' Several months afterward, I received a 
note from Mr, Longfellow in which he expressed 
a desire to use this motif in case I had done no- 
thing in the matter. The theme was one peculiarly 
adapted to his sympathetic handling, and out of 
it grew * The Hanging of the Crane' " 

The illustrations in this volume have the his- 
torical Craigie House in Cambridge for their 
background, — the house where the poem was 
written, where all the poet's children were born, 
and where most of the scenes touched upon in 
the poem were enacted in his own family life. 
The artist visited the house and made his draw- 
ings from the very room in which Longfellow 
hung his own crane in 1843. '^^^ box-bordered 
garden was planned by Mr, and Mrs, Long f el- 



low ; the porch was the one from which departed 
the first of their children to become a bride ; and 
the beautiful staircase makes a fit setting for 
the golden wedding picture. All the text decora- 
tions are Colonial , the motif of many being taken 
from Craigie House, 

4 Park Street^ Boston^ February^ ^9^T* 




GATEWAY TO CRAIGIE HOUSE 

Half title 

LOVE HANGS THE CRANE 

Half title to Part I 



THE POET'S REVERIE 



THE TWO ALONE 



THE ROYAL GUEST 



THE FIRST BIRTHDAY 



Part I 



Half title to Part II 



Half title to Part III 



Part III 



THE BROTHER AND SISTER 

Half title to Part IV 



YOUTHS AND MAIDENS 



Half title to Part V 



THE FAMILY 



THE BROOK 



Part V 



Half title to Part VI 



THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL 



Part VI 



THE TWO ALONE AGAIN 



THE GOLDEN WEDDING 



Half title to Part VII 



Part VII 



The silhouette on the cover of this volume is a reproduction of 
Lon^e How's class picture. 




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THE 
HANGING OF THE CRANE 





IE lights are out, and gone 

are all the guests 

That thronging came with 

merriment and jests 
To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane 
In the new house, — into the night are gone ; 
But still the fire upon the hearth burns on. 
And I alone remain. 




FORTUNATE, O happy day, 

When a new household finds its 

place 

Among the myriad homes of earth. 

Like a new star just sprung to birth. 

And rolled on its harmonious way 

Into the boundless realms of space ! 



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O said the guests in speech and song, 
As in the chimney, burning bright. 
We hung the iron crane to-night. 
And merry was the feast and long. 




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ND now I sit and muse on 

what may be, 

And in my vision see, or seem 

to see. 
Through floating vapors interfused with 

light. 

Shapes indeterminate, that gleam and fade, 

As shadows passing into deeper shade 

Sink and elude the sight. 




^OR two alone, there in the hall. 
Is spread the table round and small ; 
Upon the polished silver shine 
The evening lamps, but, more divine. 
The light of love shines over all ; 
Of love, that says not mine and thine. 
But ours, for ours is thine and mine. 

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HEY want no guests, to come between 
Their tender glances like a screen, 
n And tell them tales of land and sea. 
And whatsoever may betide 
The great, forgotten world outside ; 
They want no guests ; they needs 
must be 
Each other's own best company. 




HE picture fades ; as at a vil- 
lage fair 

A showman's views, dissolving 
into air. 

Again appear transfigured on the screen, 
So in my fancy this ; and now once more, 
In part transfigured, through the open door 
Appears the selfsame scene. 





EATED, I see the two again, 
But not alone ; they entertain 
A little angel unaware, 
With face as round as is the moon, 
A royal guest with flaxen hair, 
Who, throned upon his lofty chair. 
Drums on the table with his spoon, 
Then drops it careless on the floor. 
To grasp- at things unseen before. 

RE these celestial manners ? these 
The ways that win, the arts that 
please ? 

Ah yes ; consider well the guest. 
And whatsoe'er he does seems best ; 
He ruleth by the right divine 
Of helplessness, so lately born 
In purple chambers of the morn, 
As sovereign over thee and thine. 



He speaketh not ; and yet there lies 
A conversation in his eyes ; 
The golden silence of the Greek, 
The gravest v^isdom of the wise, 
Not spoken in language, but in looks 
More legible than printed books. 
As if he could but would not speak. 
And now, O monarch absolute. 
Thy power is put to proof; for, lo ! 
Resistless, fathomless, and slow. 
The nurse comes rustling like the sea. 
And pushes back thy chair and thee. 
And so good night to King Canute. 





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\ HERE are two guests at table now ; 
The king, deposed and older grown. 
No longer occupies the throne, — 
The crown is on his sister's brow ; 
A Princess from the Fairy Isles, 
The very pattern girl of girls. 
All covered and embowered in curls. 
Rose-tinted from the Isle of Flowers, 
And sailing with soft, silken sails 
From far-off Dreamland into ours. 
Above their bowls with rims of blue 
Four azure eyes of deeper hue 
Are looking, dreamy with delight ; 
Limpid as planets that emerge 
Above the ocean's rounded verge. 
Soft-shining through the summer night. 




Steadfast they gaze, yet nothing see 
Beyond the horizon of their bowls ; 
Nor care they for the world that rolls 
With all its freight of troubled souls 
Into the days that are to be. 






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GAIN the tossing boughs shut 
out the scene, 
Again the drifting vapors inter- 



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And the moon's pallid disk is hidden quite ; 
And now I see the table wider grown. 
As round a pebble into water thrown 
Dilates a ring of light. 





Frequented by the lyric Muse, 

The phantom with the beckoning hand. 

That still allures and still eludes. 

O sweet illusions of the brain ! 

O sudden thrills of fire and frost ! 

The world is bright while ye remain. 

And dark and dead when ye are lost ! 





HE meadow-brook, that seem- 

eth to stand still. 

Quickens its current as it nears 

the mill ; 

And so the stream of Time that lingereth 
In level places, and so dull appears. 
Runs with a swifter current as it nears 
The gloomy mills of Death. 




I see the patient mother read. 

With aching heart, of wrecks that float 

Disabled on those seas remote, 

Or of some great heroic deed 

On battle-fields, where thousands bleed 

To lift one hero into fame. 

Anxious she bends her graceful head 

Above these chronicles of pain. 

And trembles with a secret dread 

Lest there among the drowned or slain 

She find the one beloved name. 







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FTER a day of cloud and 

wind and rain 

Sometimes the setting sun 

breaks out again. 
And, touching all the darksome woods 
with light. 

Smiles on the fields, until they laugh and 
sing, 

Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring 
Drops down into the night. 



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HAT see I now ? The night is fair, 
The storm of grief, the clouds of care. 
The wind, the rain, have passed away ; 
The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. 
The house is full of life and light ; 
It is the Golden Wedding day. 
The guests come thronging in once more, 
Quick footsteps sound along the floor. 
The trooping children crowd the stair. 
And in and out and everywhere 
Flashes along the corridor 
The sunshine of their golden hair. 




On the round table in the hall 
Another Ariadne's Crown 
Out of the sky hath fallen down ; 
More than one Monarch of the Moon 
Is drumming with his silver spoon ; 
The light of love shines over all. 




FORTUNATE, O happy day ! 
The people sing, the people say. 
The ancient bridegroom and the bride, 
Smiling contented and serene 
Upon the blithe, bewildering scene. 
Behold, well pleased, on every side 
Their forms and features multiplied. 
As the reflection of a light 
Between two burnished mirrors gleams. 
Or lamps upon a bridge at night 
Stretch on and on before the sight, 
Till the long vista endless seems. 




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